Mondays in Mom’s Closet

Dating back to 7th grade, the question “What. Are. You. Wearing?” was quite frequent. I don’t mean that in the ‘wow I’m a fashonista way,’ I mean that in the hmmm it’s quite…interesting manner. I had a habit of picking articles of clothing out of my mom’s closet in the morning -the older the better. She was in no way a designer maven, she just had a keen eye on the clothes that channeled her inner 60s self and believed clothing wasn’t an expression of wealth; but an expression of personal style. Not something you typically see a 13-year-old rocking- but those outfits had an effect since the Limited 2 wasn’t always cutting it. The tradition is going strong, as I rock her outfits down the streets of NY to the office.

To this day the comments range from…’Oh let me guess…mom’s?’ to …’where the hell did you find that, you’re wearing a cloth diaper’. Many of which are D-repelling, but pay no mind. We range a bit in size depending on the time period, but boy when I throw on a Gail D. piece the nostalgia runs through me.

I suggest you try rocking a throwback– it can be a grandma, aunt, anyone whose younger self fires you up. Channel who they were, you’ll realize they were all just girls finding their way and you’re just another soul draped in their cloth.

Oh, and I chose Monday because who couldn’t use a spicy reason to get up and get dressed to start off the week?